"Eldest Young Master."
Mo Beiyan started the sports car, ready to drive off.
"Don't do this," Xu Ping hurried over. Having followed Mo Beiyan for so many years, he understood many things, "You'd better take the call from Madam..."
"It's not necessary," Mo Beiyan didn't even lift his head, a rare coldness in his expression, "What else can she say to me? I've already taken over Mo's, I'm in charge of everything. Do I even have to report my whereabouts?"
Xu Ping stood beside him awkwardly.
"Move aside."
Mo Beiyan stepped on the accelerator, and just as the sports car was about to take off, a sudden droning sound came from the sky.
Deafening.
Mo Beiyan looked up, his wine-red hair glinting subtly golden under the sun, his sharp phoenix eyes quickly spotting the "Mo" character on the olive-green helicopter.
Wrinkles of hostility gathered abruptly between his brows, his gaze sweeping over.
